A woman with dark, flowing, roughly cut hair, dressed in robes and scowling armour from the distant land, the bulk of which along with her musculature makes for quite an imposing figure. Her left arm is bereft of armour, instead its off-colour skin is covered in tattoos depicting a grizzly and bloody battle, with a vicious chain embedded straight into flesh, connecting to a long, seemingly broken sword hilt. Similarly, the left part of her hair is white, with red undertones, and the left eye is gray, with large iris and pin-prick pupil, adding to the unnatural threatening aura.
Miwa is a runaway from the distant land, getting by doing mercenary work. For the longest time she didn't stop, and the further she got from home, the more she would stand out... not the least because of a cursed artifact sword chained to her hand, that not only affected her look, but who now shares consciousness and body. Reserved and with a penchant for justice, burdened by a revelous, bloodthirsty demon, maybe Bastion will become the foothold to stand against the past.
Thunder roars afar
Transgressions future and past
A streak of crimson
- Reflection upon Justice.
"It was the journey most tedious in its irrelevance, no glory to be gained, not even the refreshment of a nice mountain stroll. Whelp got stuck with companions wondrously not fully incompetent, and somewhat amusing. One of them managed to hit himself on a head with thrown bucket. Anyhow, wretched pilferers managed to get ahold of cowardly charms to avoid confrontation with even lowlier commoners, disgrace the likes of which I haven't seen. I scared them off when finally a beast worthy of a challenge appeared, but darn whelp was preoccupied with saving the peasants, rather than carving her legend...can you imagine? At least she dealt with that thief right..."
- Ramblings of Aramasa, possibly few drinks in.